In nearing my mid thirties, birthday expectations seem to dim year on year. The merriments seem nothing as exciting as milestone of becoming 4. I don’t spend hours planning my party/parties, requesting ambitious cakes or deciding whether babies should or shouldn’t be invited.
However, this year I enjoyed the most unexpected of sunny, light days and was surrounded by birthday love. I was given not one, but two slices of strawberry tart, fresh from the counter of our favourite cake shop. One for me and one to satisfy Jasper, of course.